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First sentence of my Debut Untitled Novel

The cheap brothels, the rich rag-pickers, the intellectual lunatics, the clean-nosed bankers, the poison-spewing journalists, the intrusive housewives, the headless kings of third grade casinos, the skinny spine-less musicians, the weird beard artists, the innocent tit-suckers, the stubborn insurance executives, the wasted junkies of kashmere gate, the dismantled car-mechanics of old-delhi, the money-minded illiterate school teachers, the over-zealous con-men, the cute-faced scamsters, the off-springs of ambitious politicians, the fake historians of non-existing destroyed history, the evil NGO workers, the teenage nymphets of khan market, the mad readers of trash literature, the soggy newspaper columnists, the grounded acrobats, the enthusiasts of love, the naive fitness instructors, the juicy models from fashion streets, the psychopath poets, the uninhabited security guards… I wanted to kill them all.

 

Signed.

A(dot) 

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I wrote something

Write anything

Write anything

to pretend!

 

Extend extensively.

 

Lets get lost

in the corrosive rust

defied denied

with sleepy screaming eyes

STOP

this informal bonanza

charade of crisp illustrations

 

the breeze of essence..Profound..

 

Go, read the anthologies of dead enthusiasts

monkey benders coughing shiny sabers

with curved blades

Clouds sliced, chopped and spliced

thunders sprinkled tragedies irregularly

 

With dry stains on wet shirts

and loose strides on bone-china flooring

That sticky velvet

stuck on cylinders who flew in the air

without suspenders

 

Why virtuous liberation talked to

docile desperation?

 

Sticky figures in cutgrass

cutting fingers of concrete

there is no contrast

contrast is synonymous.

 

Signed

– A (dot)

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Ode to blabbering

A board saying ‘Danger’ got lost

Anger bloomed insidiously inside me.

 

Beside me, a girl drifted away conspicuously

Besides me, she had to kill her monstrous talks.

 

Copiously, I filled the cup of laughter and allowed some laughs to spill on the table.

Consciously, I danced with naked feet in the colony of cobblers.

 

Diffused light made me blind from the right eye..dazed

Diluted world started looking deflated to me.

 

Engrossed in the hustle bustle of ladder-finding/climbing

Escapism excited the juvenile in me.

 

Finding and binding the dreams made no sense

Fiddling with the reality became futile and I fibbed flawlessly.

 

Gregariously, I started blabbering something related to mucus and it went on for hours

Graciously, I chopped someone’s tongue in order to show greed for his brand thoughts.

 

Horrendous it was, when I tried to be polite with them

Horny, I felt, when I read Anais Nin and that night she came in my dream.

 

Infantile nihilism in me, took its last breath & shrieked

Ingeniously, I made a chair of bones and broke it into pieces.

 

Jagged was my jaunt in the lonely times

Jaywalking with James made Brando jealous.

 

Kindergarten kids empathized me and offered me their cerelac

Ku Klux Klan wanted me to join them as an intern for four bananas per day.

 

‘Lumberjack’ was the designation and the place was Machu Pichhu

Liberated and flustered, I said “Yes” and they made me marry an 8 ft midget.

 

Memphis was the place where she got raised and resurrected

Masochistic, her face looked with high cheek bones and limpid eyes.

 

Necrophilia amused me so I sent her to dig potatoes and only the potatoes came back

Nostalgia blurred my left eye so I came back to the seaside.

 

Ophthalmologist warned me to not to watch porn in excess

Ostracized I felt and I went to hide in a bookshop.

 

Plato was discussing gambling with Dostoevsky

Proust, Bukowski & Miller were ogling girls in the New Arrival corner.

 

Quadrilateral shaped man asked me if I had read kafka & understood?

Quailed by the quaint question, I started quarreling in quandary.

 

Radiant smile from him shook my randomness

Rebuffed by his raunchy smile I ran out, reached the seashore where waves were getting wet.

 

Stumbling like a sacred cow mumbling like a tragic Brando

Silently, I swerved to a deserted ghetto, swearing & praising everyone in sight

Snickering gloriously, littering the ghetto with the pieces of my un-poetic impotent prose.

 

Tired kid tilted a tumble in front of me which had red water from the red sea

Tacitly he trimmed my hair, told me the travesties which he had seen.

 

Unsympathetic, as usual, I ignored him (unsympathetically pathetic)

Unadulterated, unaffected, understated, unashamedly I danced again.

 

Victory – I thought is old fashioned

Vagueness of vagrancy had a vaginal purity, I thought.

 

Waddling made my feet look like my palms

Waffling like a charlatan made me feel like god or dog and I saw my tongue dangling.

 

Xerox copies of me were wandering in vain and the place was infinity

Xoxo’s of mother resuscitated me; they were in the electronic waves.

 

Yearned for a yawn; yodeling was a waste; newspapers dripping of social crap -ignored

Yesterday was not today but today will be yesterday..constipated, I met

 

Zarathustra, told me how it was in the wilderness and people couldn’t dig his thoughts

Zoned out and caved in, I walked on the streets of solitude and slept on a sea of unknown shoulders.

 

 

– A (dot)

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End of the World

In those days I was not doing anything in my life except sitting at home and doing nothing. I remember, I used to wake up in the morning and first thing I used to do was, I used to pick up a place in my house and sit there for the rest of the day, doing nothing, staring randomly and breathing abruptly. I would occasionally move but just for very essential human needs, very natural biological acts. It was a kind of very personal experiment which I was trying to do where I would just sit and observe the vibes and the flow of the world around. I would sit and hear a lot of distant noises and voices. It was never a contemplative or a meditative thing, it was just an attempt to become the wisp of the undifferentiated nothingness. I wanted to know what would happen if I stop doing any action, as they say every action has an equal and opposite reaction, I wanted to prove them wrong, I wanted to see what nothingness could do and what I could do with nothingness. I was living alone and I had not a single person who would disturb me while I was doing my very-personal experiment thing.

It took me a little while to get into the whole thing. For first few days I kept on thinking about all those things which a normal person would think but later I became the master, as if I found out how to deactivate the part of my brain which had thoughts and regrets and cravings and remorse and anger and happiness and depression and fear and libido and other trivial mundane things. After few days it became very simple for me, I would sit blankly for hours and hours with a blank stare and a blank face and blank gaze. After some days there was no hunger and thirst and then there was no sleep. I was not even getting weak, in fact I was getting stronger and healthier day by day. I didn’t know how it was happening but nothingness made me very healthy. The hair on my body stopped growing and the growth of my nails also stopped. I had no idea what I was doing or actually not doing but I kept on doing it for seventy three days. On the seventy forth day, I stopped doing it.

That was the day I felt I was the one…the one who was chosen for the task..the task of…ending the world.

That day, from the very first blink of my eye, I could sense the fear around me. Everything around, every single organism.. kind of started asking for mercy. I didn’t want to do anything but everything around me was asking for it. I was chosen for the task, they all knew it.

I went to the washroom and I saw six rats, drowned in my toilet and they all looked happy. They committed suicide.

A lot of birds started crashing themselves on my glass windows. They all lost their sight, they all got blinded and they wanted to come to me and finish themselves, they also wanted to commit suicide.

I could hear the whole world crying, dogs, animals, birds.

I could hear the crumbling of all the buildings.

I could hear the noise of thunder.

It took a while but later everything stopped making sound and I went out.

Signed

A(dot)

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